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12 months 21… always remember… | The Authorized Genealogist


21 years later

It has been on this home for practically 21 years.

It can include me to the brand new home.

It can by no means go away my possession.

It can by no means be removed from my ideas.

An previous plastic movie canister, stuffed with mud.

Mud that was all that remained after that day.

That day, 21 years in the past right this moment.

The day seared into our minds and our hearts.

September 11, 2001…

No-one alive on that day will ever neglect the occasions of that morning:

• At 8:46 a.m., AA 11 slammed into the North Tower of the World Commerce Middle.
• At 9:03 a.m., UA175 slammed into the South Tower.
• At 9:37 a.m., AA77 crashed into the Pentagon’s west facet.
• At 9:59 a.m., the South Tower imploded and fell, raining particles and ash on the town.
• At 10:03 a.m., UA93 crashed right into a subject within the Pennsylvania countryside.
• And at 10:29 a.m., the North Tower collapsed from the highest down. A cloud of ash turned day to nighttime within the slim streets of decrease Manhattan.

In these horrible moments between 8:46 a.m. and 10:29 a.m., practically 3,000 males, girls and kids misplaced their lives to mindless, senseless, blind hatred. So many individuals — amongst them my neighbors, my colleagues, my buddies — wiped from the face of the earth.

The youngest was two. The oldest was 85.

Some died in an instantaneous blinding flash they by no means noticed coming. Others had lengthy agonizing moments wherein to decide on to burn… or to leap.

Most had been People. Many weren’t. They had been black, white, brown, Asian. They had been of all faiths, all creeds.

They usually all died — each final man, lady and baby of them — due to a hatred-born conviction that by some means the world could be what the haters needed if innocents perished.

I can do nothing about that sort of hatred. The type that claims “those that don’t agree don’t should stay.” The type that claims “my comfort is extra essential than your life.”

So I’ll put that apart, once more, and focus as an alternative on what I have to do.

I have to, as soon as once more, preserve my promise.

The one I made as I walked via the streets of decrease Manhattan on a September day 21 years in the past, and stared on the posters with the faces of the lacking, and on the empty firehouses, and on the twisted metal girders — and as I collected that mud in that previous plastic movie container.

I promised that I might bear in mind.

It’s time now to satisfy that promise for this 12 months. Time once more to recollect. Time once more to open the movie canister into which I brushed a number of the mud of Floor Zero, time once more to the touch that mud with my very own arms, time once more to face witness to what that sort of hatred has executed, and … maybe … time to warn towards what it nonetheless can do.

To ensure that I don’t forget.

That we don’t forget.

That no-one forgets.

That each one these lives won’t ever be forgotten.

To say, yet one more time, this 12 months and yearly, so long as I’ve life and breath, in phrases and pictures, NEVER FORGET.

Cite/hyperlink to this submit: Judy G. Russell, “12 months 21… always remember…,” The Authorized Genealogist ( : posted 11 Sep 2022).

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